I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
All pathways by his feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the sea
His crown of gold is twined in sorrow
His cross is on every tree
I see his face in every flower;
In thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice and his power
Rocks are his written word.
I see his face in every flower;
In thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice and his power
Rocks are his written words.
I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
